The Earth Turns To Gold, In The

The Satiated Person And The Hungry One Do Not See The Same Thing When They Look Upon A Loaf Of Bread.

Ignore Those That Make You Fearful And Sad, That Degrade You Back Towards Disease And Death.

There's No One With Intelligence In This Town Except That Man Over There Playing With The Children, The One Riding The Stick Horse. He Has Keen, Fiery Insight And Vast Dignity Like The Night Sky, But He Conceals It In The Madness Of Child's Play.

I, You, He, She, We In The Garden Of Mystic Lovers, These Are Not True Distinctions.

I Found The Divine Within My Heart.